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Ellis Taylor: Part 2 of of Re-Riting our World: How it’s done.
Robert Phoenix: Mars Retrograding Back To Nam, Friday FARcast With Perry Ulander
Julian Rose: Seven Stumbling Blocks on the Road to Consciousness
Ellis Taylor: A recent strange experience of mine.
John Beckett: The Otherworld is Bleeding Through
Re-Riting our World: How it’s done. Part 2
The frequency patterns that each number represents can be used for negative or positive purposes, though sometimes because our knowledge and perspective is limited what seems negative can, in the long-term, be positive, and vice versa.
Part 2 of my latest article on now to be you has been published.
Robert Phoenix: Mars Retrograding Back To Nam, Friday FARcast With Perry Ulander
As Mars hangs low in the celestial theater, closest to Earth as it’s been for the last eleven years, it’s also retrograde in Scorpio. Mars retrograde Scorpio, ruled by Pluto/Plutonium manifests in Obama’s trip to Hiroshima to revisit America’s nuclear holocaust on the people of Japan. Mars is moving backwards through time itself.
Mars Retrograding Back To Nam, Friday FARcast With Perry Ulander
War is crime: Julian Rose: Seven Stumbling Blocks on the Road to Consciousness
The purpose of Life is to Live! But upon arrival on this Earth it quickly becomes apparent that this is not the agenda. Ninety nine percent of what’s going on here is not about enhancing human creative potential, but about suppressing it.
Seven Stumbling Blocks on the Road to Consciousness
Besides the ‘usual’ otherworldly goings on in my life, I experienced something different last week. As usual for me I forgot about it till something or someone reminded me. (In this instance it was the title of the following article – which is well cool btw.)
I live near the sea (in south west Wales). One day, as I went to get in my car, I stopped. An immense sea mist stretching in both directions for as far as I could see was rolling into the coast. It looked like Armageddon was upon us.
As I drove along the coast road the advance curls were being caught up by the huge bank of white and just on the border between them, poking its front out, was what I took to be the leading edge of a massive craft. It was dark metallic-looking and had ridges, grooves and some short protuberances on its top. I only saw it for a few seconds before the concealing mist engulfed it. The ‘craft’ was only a little way above the houses that were beneath it – I’d say about 50′ above the ground. It made no sound.
Thought this might interest someone. – Ellis
John Beckett: The Otherworld is Bleeding Through
I saw a green glowing bird this morning. I don’t think it belongs in this world, but there it was.
It wasn’t a parakeet or other tropical bird. It was an ordinary bird: a sparrow, I think. But it was glowing green, in a way that animals just don’t do. It wasn’t a dream – I had been up for over an hour and I was outside on my morning walk. The bird didn’t talk to me, or look at me, or do anything other than mind its own business and then fly away, as birds do. Except it was glowing green… unlike the other birds in the immediate area, which were normal bird colors.
(No, it wasn’t Queen Liz, in case you’re wondering – Ellis) 
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